Diana's POV.
Days had passed, and somehow, I found myself growing used to life here again. And not just getting used to it, I liked it. The way he has been treating me, looking out for me, even caring for me... it was confusing.
I knew I couldn't let my guard down, no matter how much Lucien’s smile softened around me or how he would help me with anything I needed. No matter how much he called me sweet names.
But that night, I had a terrible dream, I couldn’t remember exactly how it played out but I could remember having a revelation of my parent's death and Lucien was involved. He didn't look like a ruthless killer and didn't act like it. But I saw it all myself, so doubting it all would be useless. With a sigh, I slipped on a simple sweater, deciding I needed something to eat. A dist
